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THE 

FORTUNATE DEPARTURE) 

AN /| 

HISTORICAL ACCOUNT i~ 

DRAMATISED, 

AS BEST SUITED TO CONVEY AN IDEA 
OF THE 

HORRID EXCESSES 

Committed by 

THE FRENCH ARMY, 
ON THEIR IRRUPTION INTO PORTUGAL; 

AND THE 

Fortunate Departure 

OF THE 

PRINCE REGENT AXD FAMIL Y, 

ON THE EVE OF THEIR ENTRANCE INTO LISBON. 

WITH 

An Address 

TO THE PEOPLE OF GREAT BRITAIN, 

ON THEIR 

RELATIVE AND COMPARITIVE SITUATION WITH THE CONTINENT: 

And its possible Subjugation by 
THAT SCOURGE OF HUMAN NATURE— BONAPARTE. 



Written during some Months' Confinement in Lisbon, under the 
Marauders of France, 

BY AN ENGLISHMAN. 



LONDON: 

PRINTED FOR SHERWOOD, NEELY AND JONES, PATERNOSTER-ROW, 
AND J. ASPERNE, CORNHILL. 

1809. 










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INTRODUCTION TO READERS. 



Gentles ; 

1 HE labours of a professional author, 
and the temporary effusions of a man immerged in 
the toils of life and pursuits of business, are so 
widely different, that I feel a diffidence in awaking 
your attention to perusal. If your patience will last 
to the end, I have my aim ; for he shall not be the 
worst scribendum, who can hold the attention of his 
readers two whole hours. 

I have long intended this for the public eye, 
but the changes and chances of war withheld it. I 
much fear, the knowledge of the scene having passed 
by, will be a drawback on its effect. Yet, when I 
see the same scenes re-acting in Oporto and threaten- 
ing Lisbon, I hope my intention of arousing the 
public mind to a knowledge of its power, wiU, with 
all its demerits on its head, have the desired effect. 

Professional reviewers, critics of publicity, 
diurnal reporters — remember the heavenly diction of 
Shakespear's divine Portia, and that 

" Mercy is like the dew of Heaven !" 



TO THE 



MANAGERS, EMPERADORS H ! 



OP 



The Great and Little Theatres of H. B. M/s 
Empire of Great Britain. 



Gentlemen ; 

J\ OT having inclination, neither ability* 
from the bustle of war, to dangle attendance on your 
sublimities ! with this — the amusements of one, used 
to the brevity of villainous gunpowder, — I most re- 
spectfully inform you, should your opinions coincide 
with the audience of a salt-water theatre, under the 
limitations left with the publisher, this is at your ser- 
vice, and perhaps it may give some satisfaction on 
land. 

My heart, as much as my vanity, gives it 
publicity, and I hope it may have some effect in the 
closet, if not on the stage, on my dear countrymen 
the 

JOHN BULLS. 



THE 

AUTHORS ADDRESS 

TO 

The People of Great Britain 



K Tis as easy as Lying :' 

Hamlet. 



X HUS the finest writer the world ever produced 
— similies, lying, as easy of execution. 

I think I shall not find a disputant to dispute such 
a truth ! But being a native of that proudly pre- 
eminent nation ! that mirror for the worlds Great Bri- 
tain ; and feeling the continuance of that unmingled 
blood which urged my progenitors to throw their 
bonnets in the air ! and heartfelt hail the founda- 
tion of our blessed country's godlike constitution; 
the author scorns to pass as facts, the fabrications 
of fancy, or the embellishments of falshood, and 
fervently intreats his readers to keep in mind, that 
this dramatic story,, the events of which the whole 
world are fully convinced of, is drawn, as near as 
dramatic effect will permit, to truth itself 



The episode of Eugenia, Belmont, and Juliana, 
(alone) are scenically altered. And much and many 
more equally affecting the parties, could have been 
added ; and, if so inclined, a longer story could have 
been told, — all — all — doleful misery ! ! (to which 
the author was an eye-witness :) even Lobato, in 
name and station, exists! To the descriptive ex- 
cesses of the French troops, he was a spectator, and 
to scenes, no British audience could sit to see, or 
hear repeated. 

He has seen those very troops, ragged beyond sus- 
ception, in a few weeks all finery, collected from 
shop to shop, with fixed bayonets ! and telling the 
owners they came as friends to give them a constitu- 
tion, to give them liberty ! 

No, Britons, no — the author has a nobler aim in 
view, than the constructing merely a drama. He 
wishes to open the eyes of his countrymen, if such 
there still exist, whose fervor of imagination out- 
leads their sober examination, to whom the charms of 
liberty are so captivating as to blind their reason, 
and distort their judgment. 

Fierce as the fiercest enthusiast, would the author's 
arm raise up the guarding sword, for sweet liberty — ■ 
for virtuous liberty ! — but not for prostitute liberty, 
not for the cannibal licence, called liberty, to deny 
the existence of a God ! to repudiate the offspring 
of his body ; not for the liberty to cast, an outcast, 
on the unfeeling world, the wife of his bosom, on 
the gust of the moment, the gust of an abandoned 



passion,, for one who soon, perhaps, shall follow the 
same fate. These are liberties in France ! These 
the tenets of the French goddess Liberty, whose 
gracious condescension (a la courtesan) adds the li- 
berty to plunder, by fraud, peculation, and hellish 
devices, the toiling man, unpunished, unimprisoned ! 
violate your friend's wife ! debauch his daughters ! 
swindle his sons to ruin ! — it is liberty, 'tis gal- 
lantry, 'tis the sublime refinement of philosophy, 'tis 
the delicate susceptibility, piety and virtue of t 
Age of Reason ! 

Who would not damn the devil, being such a 
villain ? therefore down ! down with all. New-model 
the world, throw away religion, and with it every 
virtue, justice, humanity, filial duty, and affection, 
as monkish rubbish, the trappings of Superstition. 

O my countrymen ! had you but seen what I have 
wept over, how would you exult in being Britons ! 
how enjoy the heavenly security with which you fol- 
low your avocations, your comforts, and (Jelights ! 
how would you bless that constitution, whose provi- 
dent care enablesyoutoface, fearless, the proudest petty 
tyrant the curse of nature can produce amongst you! 
— Away with your bugbear of calamities, you know 
not what it is to have a cause to complain : talk no 
more of your taxes, and their ponderous weight; yours 
are feathers to lead, in comparison to the continental 
requisitions and conscriptions. Talk not of war ! 
you know it not ! your country is a paradise, enjoy- 
ing an Heavenly Peace I 



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Reader, the author of these is not one of those 
romancing travellers, who amuse the world with fine 
stories of the wonderous and wonderful ; who, when 
they see a cabbage-garden from their carriage win- 
dow, exclaim and write, what luxuriance ! what 
cultivation ! what a paradise ! how heavenly ! — 
No ; he is a British merchant, whose greatest boast 
is commerce — pursuing it in an honorable way, 
through foreign climes, foreign governments, and 
foreign liberty. And every step he has taken, and 
every nation he has trafficked with, has best served to 
shew him, that the poorest mechanic in England is 
an emperor, is in a paradise, to what the Dutch, 
German, French, Spanish, Italian, or Portugueze 
manufacturers are, in either of their countries, 
though paradises called, and the grand emporiums 
of liberty. 

Industrious mechanics, how will the joys of your 
Saturday nights be enhanced, by marking this ! (the 
writer's soul's worth on the truth) — that he has seen 
thousands of persons employed at various manufac- 
tures of silk, cotton, linen, hats, leather, &c. in all 
their ramifications, and which mechanics see only 
once a week miserably lean beef or mutton, if able 
then to purchase, to taste it ! — who roast horse- 
beans and barley, to procure a representation of 
coffee for breakfast ; — who, four or five days in 
a week, dine off miserable black bread, a head 
of garlic, or an onion ; and should the season 
prove superabundant, perhaps an orange, or part of 



a pumpkin. Tea, the female's precious comfort, 
only known on festivals. Their suppers as a feast, — a 
small piece of dried cod, boiled in a river of water, 
with seed, French beans, vinegar, and garlic, to make 
soup. 

Countrymen, rejoice over your substantial porter; 
these poor mechanics have only water, or wine, that 
the poorest of you would scorn to drink, — wine so 
poor, so weak and sour, that it cannot be sold to the 
wine-merchant. One pint of porter equal to two 
bottles, yet these poor people pay three-pence a bottle 
for it, and that three-pence is equal to one shilling 
in England, according to their earnings. 

And remember, these countries of liberty and 
citizenship, have no comfortable public-houses to 
quaff and smoke and settle the affairs of Europe in, — 
no newspapers for the declaiming orator to animad- 
vert on, — no account of ministers to condemn, No, 
no ; the very mention of politics is a crime — the call- 
ing in question the transactions of a minister, treason 
and imprisonment. This is liberty, this is French 
fraternization ! 

Judge, you, who possess shops and warehouses, 
what your opinion of liberty would be, when a troop 
of soldiers, with carts, came to your doors, and de- 
manded what they pleased, at a price of their fixing ; 
paying you with an order on the government at six 
months date, and that received half paper-money, at 
a discount of 25 to 50 per cent, or, more probably, 
never paid at all. 



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Know, you extremely oppressed country-gentle- 
men, who find a want of liberty in your paying a 
tax for your sporting, that, with French liberty, it 
is death to carry a fowling-piece; — that, to kill a par- 
tridge, is more heinous than killing your neighbour ; 
— that, at a minute's notice, an edict is printed and 
posted, forbidding, on pain of death, your passing 
such a line of distance round your home ; and the 
unhappy wretch, who ignorant ly, or inadvertently 
breaks this edict, is hurried to a military trial, and 
military execution ! 

And you, happy proprietors of consols, on whom 
designing villany may endeavour to raise fears and 
despondency for the safety of your funded property ! 
arouse from the imposition ! The mighty emperor 
has doubly, has eternally, established your security ! 
Nothing but the fiat of heaven can shake its foun- 
dation ! Napoleon has made England the Bank 
of the world : he has poured, and is pouring, the 
riches of the universe into its bosom. He has 
transported the fabled goose, with her golden 
eggs, to Great Britain. Britons ! unite, and live 
liberally— splendidly — your own home-consumption 
will for ever keep the tyrant from your doors alone. 

Manufacturers I blaze up your bonfires. The 
invincible Napoleon has conquered himself, his 
eagle has tumbled down the Portuguese and Spa- 
nish monarchies in Europe, and transferred them to 
yourselves alone. The Brazils, Spanish America, 
the mines of the world, ope their mouths to you 1 



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the crude material comes home direct ! Your goods 
to a direct market. All the natives that can leave 
Spain, or Portugal, will emigrate to those countries, 
and every hour increase the consumption and demand 
for jour labours. Imperial above all others, jour 
manufactures will ever find a ready sale. — While 
Europe remains to be governed bj French liberty 
and fraternization, sans cotton, sans hides, sans 
tallow, sans djeing woods, sans diamonds, gold, 
silver, coffee, tea, sugar, or tobacco, or the profits 
of manufacturing and working these in thousands of 
ways. 

Therefore, mj dear countrymen, all that now you 
want, is unanimity among yourselves ; and every man 
among you able to carry a musket, the knowledge 
how to use it — sacrifice a mite of what you possess, 
it is a straw to a bushel of corn ! And thus uniting, 
thus fierce in arms, while Europe groans beneath 
oppression, and sinks to ruin by emigration, — Great 
Britain will imperial rise the bank, the vital source, 
^he soul of the universe ! 



TO 



Sir Charles Cotton, Bart. 

ADMIRAL COMMANDER JN CHIEF OFF LISBON. 

Honorable Sir,, 

XlAD I the fire of a Pindar, the 
melody of a Virgil, or the elegance of an Horace, I 
should fail in expressing the sensations of a Briton, 
when, fleeing from a vindictive enemy and the perils 
of the waves, he springs on board a British man 
of war, from a cockle-shell conveyance, through 
the portals of death, from the worst of all durance — > 
a French prison ! 

How then, honorable Sir, must I shrink 
at the attempt to describe my feelings, my thanks, 
when, after counting seven renewing moons, with 
guled eyes,* — stript by the uncommon mode of war, — 
pursued by the common enemy of mankind, the ac- 
cursed French ! — separated from the consolation of 
my family, and trebly daring death in the attempt, — 
I sprang from a miserable boat, on board the Hi- 
bernia ! the pride of Great Britain ! the terror of the 
world ! and found her commanded by a British Ba- 
ronet, who still holds the Barons' noble usage; whose 
hospitality, whose affability, precludes the applicant's 



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appeal,, supporting true dignity with ancient libe- 
rality,, and pouring balsam on the wounds of the 
afflicted. 

No language., honorable Sir, can express 
my gratitude for your distinguished attention to me ; 
flattery I detest, and I am sure you despise it. Hea- 
ven, and your own heart, can only return the kind- 
ness. And you have so emboldened me,, by heaped 
favors, that my presuming hope relies on your par- 
don for the presumption of putting your honorable 
name on the same page with mine ; it is an honor, 
were the work equal, would stamp a dignity on it 
to the end of time : and all my hopes are, that as it 
is an attempt to shew the world, and particularly 
our countrymen, what Frenchmen are, — and being 
in defence of virtue and religion,— you will not be of- 
fended past forgiveness, by, honorable Sir, one who 
gratefully prays Heaven's choicest blessings on you 
and your family ; all health, all honor, all happi- 
ness, and its long continuance, when the charge of 
war shall give way to the symphony of peace, and 
you return to enjoy your ancestors' mansion of bliss : 
— the thoughts of which, is happiness to, 

Honorable Sir, 

Your obedient 

humble Servant, 

THOMAS WILSON, 

Lisbon^ September^ 1808. 



PROLOGUE. 



WHEN first the Drama raised its mimic school, 

And bent its force our passions wild to rule ; 

With wine-gory face, and frantic passioned fire, 

Thespis assaiFd, to rouse his country's ire 

Against the monster, who dare tyrant try, 

With impious hand, to touch their liberty ; 

High mounted in his car, with music join'd 

The clanging chorus,— rais'd the public mind,— 

Rous'd them to virtue, and its golden ways, — 

And mingling pleasures, pour'd instructive lays. 

The spark, once struck on classic ground, caught fire, 

And taught succeeding bards for bays t' aspire : 

Beauties on beauties were by science graft ; 

Melpomene loud rav'd, or Thalia laugh'd ; 

Succeeding ages brought their Poets forth; 

Until pure Nature, in this Isle gave birth, 

When gayly springing from his woodlands wild, 

Immortal Shakespear prov'd his mother's child ; 

Through all her mazes and intricate ways, 

By instinct fir'd, he piped his dulcet lays; 

Taught mankind how to be sublimely blest, 

By guarding virtue in an honest breast, 

To nobly live ! or nobly learn to die ! 

Guarding our country's rights, our liberty ! 

O for a dip of his impassion'd gall, 

To rouse to arms, united Britons all : 



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To see the champions form th' extended line, 

While their bright arms with dazzling lustre shine ; 

To hear the spirit-stirring fife and drum 

Loud play : where danger calls, we Britons come, 

While the deep phalanx, led by martial sound, 

With bellowing Bellona, shakes the ground, 

Hurling defiance to every wild design, 

Britons' dear liberties to undermine ; 

While martial glory urges all to sing ! 

In concord I to the skies — God save our Kins: I 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 



Phince Regent of Portugal ; pious and humane. 

Prince Pedro, } i- ^ > c 
Prince M.guex,, \ hls eldest Sons. 

Bishop of Elvas, Patriot. 

Don Almeida, Ex-Prirae Minister; Patriot. 

Belmont, his Secretary, an Englishman. 

Don Aranja, Prime Minister, > bribed by the French to 

Don Anadia, Ditto, $ dethrone the Prince. 

Bramcamp, a Contractor who has purchased a Title. 

Captain O'Neil, an Irish Adventurer. 

Legore, French General. 

Lobato, Prince Regent's Jester. 

Portuguese Officer. 

Car tax' \ Doorkeepers to the Prince's Council. 

Francisco, Servant to Belmont. 

Swartz, Hanoverian Soldier in the French Service. 

Princess Carlota, Princess Regent ; affectionate Wife. 

Donna Bellas, } t j- r*i. t> j i. i, 

Dx T x T » i?^w> r\ c Ladies of the Bed-chamber. 
onna Kfdonda, ^ 

Gertruda, \ 

T»™ "' > Maids of Honor. 

1HERESA, i 

Selina, J 

Eugenia, Daughter of Bramcamp, in love "with Belmont. 
Juliana, Noble Lady, betrothed to Marquis Valencia. 
Margarida, Eugenia's Attendant. 

Number of French Officers, Soldiers, Attendants, 
Servants, &c. 
History — from Matter of Fact, 
Scene — in Lisbon, and adjacent* 



THE 



FORTUNATE DEPARTURE, 



ACT L 



SCENE L 

^■inti-room to the Prince's Council then sitting— 

Ob en to in 'waiting — Twelve at night. 
Obento (in an arm-chair, dozing, awakes and 

rises. J 

Ah me! the infirmities of age, and oppression of 
grief, have bowed me into sleep. 

^Looks at his watch. — Knocking at 
the door ; Obento opens it. 

Enter Caetano. 
Caetano. Pardon me, sir, the fatigue of this con- 
tinual watching has shut my eyes beyond my hour, 
while you much more need the balmy blessing than 
myself. 

- Obento. O Caetano ! thirty full years have I bore 
the toil, and never until now felt a pain : if my duty- 
called, my mind, at ease, joyfully attended ; but now. 
when my country, when the support of my fast de- 
clining life, when my dear beloved Prince stands oil 



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the pinnacle of destruction, my old blood curdles in 
its course, and bursts from my aged temples in briny 
floods. 

Caetano. Good Obento, that Power, whose om- 
nipotent finger directs for all our good, will this 
night, I hope, direct these agitated councils, and 
close these scenes of bitter suspense. 

Obento. Would to heaven it were so ! but my fears 
forebode my country's ruin. 

Caetano. Gracious heaven avert it ! Good Oben- 
to, away to rest, I now will Watch until morning. 

Enter Attendant. 
At. The Bishop of Elvas comes to the council. 

[Exit Attendant, 

Enter Bishop of Elvas, (they bow respectfully.) 

Bish. Good Obento, heaven's blessing on your 
age, you still are true to your Prince, I see. 

Obento. Heaven return its blessings ever on your 
Excellency j would to God I had an arm to defend 
him from the savage plunderers that threaten his de- 
struction. 

Bish. These are dreadful times indeed ; how long 
has the council been sitting ? 

Caetano. Yo-ir Excellency, off and on, near 
twenty- four hours. 

Bish. Seem they much divided ? 

Caetano. Sometimes not a murmur,- — a solemn me- 
lancholy, as at the approach of night, — an awful 
silence ; again the fiery spirits of Don Aranja, of 
Don Anadea, burst forth, and blow a storm that 
threatens every danger. 

Bish. How bears the Prince these tumults? 

Caetano. With a saint-like patience, and much 
he needs it, for he scarcely meets his accus- 



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tonied respect; and when he leaves the council, 
an hurricane ensues,, and oft' I think they will end 
the argument in blood. 

Bish. O ! my dear Prince ! Obento, when the 
Princess is stirrings let her be informed I attend the 
council and her commands. (Piously) — O God ! of 
thy infinite mercy, protect my country, my Prince,, 
and thy holy altars ! 

Obento. 

Caetano. 



> Amen! Amen! 



iZnter Almeida, from the Council, (agitated. ) 

Aim. Caetano, pray order my carriage, I cart 
no longer bear it. 

Bish. (approaches.) Your Excellency's obedient 
servant ; pray, what is amiss ? 

Aim. (passionately.) Much! very much! good 
Elvas, pardon me, my country's wrongs urge with 
double force my fevered blood. An amiable, a be- 
loved Prince, too mild, too generous, dreading to 
shed a drop of human blood, surrounded by a mur- 
derous band, that glow with longing ardour to spill 
his, and rob him of his kingdom, with his life. 

Bish. Can such monsters be in our dear Prince's 
council ? 

Aim. Yes, men who have sacrificed their ho- 
nor, their fortunes, in dissipation, now grown des- 
perate, like cannibal gamblers, would throw for 
blood. 

Bish. Can reason, can religion, have no effect 
on them ? 

Aim. None, on men who are selling their Prince, 
their country, to a treacherous, insulting, plunder^ 
ing enemy. 

Bish. Heaven thwart their purpose. 

Aim. Alone from thence our hope, for now, 
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bare-faced treason, arrogant beggary, with dagger 
and cap, gape for insurrection, — nothing to lose ! any 

way they'll gain! And pillage, desolation and mur- 
der, to them would be a banquet ; wretches ! avowed 
pensioners to an insulting tyrant, bartering for their 
birthrights. Almighty God, pour blisters on them ! 
Bish. Be cool, Almeida, favor me with the time 
for consultation ; remember, a good christian should 
fight to the last, for his prince, his country, and re- 
ligion 

[^Exeunt. 



SCENE II 

Stormy night — Inside of a Barn; two Horses feed- 
ing ; a small Lamp burning — Francisco peeping 
through a crevice— A Sportsman zvhistles. 

Fran, ? Tis he, 'tis he 1— -(runs and opens the 
door. J 

Enter Belmont, (in a Shooting Dress, with 
Fowling-piece and Dog ; the Dog's leg hound up.) 

Belm. Well, Francisco, is all safe, are the horses 
ready ? 

Fran. Yes, sir, yes, all safe, saw not a soul, — lor I 
I'm so glad yo've come back : dear me, poor Bob- 
bolo's lamed. 

. Belm. Ah ! Francisco, his wound was intended 
for me. 

Fran. Dear me, was it, how was that ? 

Belm. On the highest ground beyond Abrantes, 
the sun just setting, trying to see the numbers of the 



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approaching' enemy, the foremost party fired three 
muskets at me ; fortunately they missed me, but 
wounded Bobbolo. 

Fran. O the brutes ! 

Belw. More than savages — make ready for your 
return to Lisbon — take out my beggar's dress, (pulls 
off Ms jacket) fold that up, and take the luggage 
with you. 

Fran. Yes, sir! yes, sir! [Goes to the luggage. 

Belm. (Fulls out his ink-horn and paper, lays 
on the floor, and writes on the crown of his hat ; 
rises, folds and seals the letter.) Now, Francisco! 
to horse and away, when you arrive at the Palace, 
shew this signal to Diogo (gives him a signal), that 
you may deliver, yourself, this letter, into the hands 
of Don Almeida himself; go with all possible speed : 
be dumb to every one, for your life. 

Fran. Yes, sir, yes, I'll fully obey all your com- 
mands. (He takes a horse and leads him out.) 

[Exit Francisco. 

Bclm. Adieu, haste on. Now for my begging face. 
—(He puts on old spatterdashes over his boots, old 
patched breeches over his pantaloons, old- ragged 
jacket, and grey wig and beard, wMh tattered cloak, 
and old guitar.) — Now, Bobbolo, as you are a beg- 
gar's dog, there is a beggar's benizon, a crusty (gives 
the dog a crust.) 

[A loud shout, and confused noise of a rab- 
ble approaching. 

Belm. O God ! the accursed plunderers press ra- 
pidly on, and seem less or more than human ; devils 
themselves would flinch at such a storm, yet the 
pouring torrent, the mountain-shaking peal, and the 
fierce flash that threatens eternal night, mars not 
their progress ; my heart bleeds to think where this 
will end, and how manv thousands it will end. O ! 



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gory horrid war, mountains might be made of the 
untimely slaughtered human bones. New worlds,, 
peopled with weeping widows, and unfathered 
young ! and for what ? for gold, dominion, and am- 
bition, which, overheaped, makes its possessor a 
monster. ( Listens)-^ They are passed, come, poor 
Bobbolo. [Exit with dog. 



SCENE III. 

A poor Villager-Dark — Noise of approaching 
Troops. — Enter irregularly , French Troops, 
some with torches, some smoking, singing, and 
noisy. 

French Serj. Come on, my boys, here's a village, 
■*— plenty of wine— drink — march — eat — keep it up : 
plenty of gold and diamonds to-morrow. 

Soldiers, Huzza! huzza! 

First Sol Is there any shoes ?— for half the regi- 
ment are barefoot. 

Serj. Plenty, my boys, and if they fail, we'll un- 
shoe the Friars, I have orders already to unhouse 
them ! 

Second Sol, And what's to be done with the 
Nuns? 

Serj. What a stupid question, why do as we 
have done, make mothers of the young, and nurses 
of the old, 

Third Sol. I think we had better keep them to 
make shirts, for there is not half a one a-piece for 
the whole army. 

Serj, Don't fear that, damn me, we'll sweat 



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them; there's plenty of John Bull's cloth, we'll have 
breeches, as well as shirts, and, for once in our lives, 
a good coat to our backs. 

Second Sol. I like that, I'll change my German 
tick for English broad-cloth. 

First Sol. Yes, our German tick has lost all its 
credit. 

Serj. Ay, but we paid for that ; now, my boys, 
we'll have all on pure tick — we shall scarce have the 
honor of killing a few thousands for payment. 

Enter Soldiers, with cans of wine, (hallowing.) 
First Sol. Here it is, damn'd hard work to get it — 
the rascally owner wanted payment : finding he was 
obstinate, I chopped off one of his ears ; he ran away 
like a dog with a kettle at his tail : so now you had 
better go to the casks and drink your belly's full. 
Soldiers. Bravo! bravo! 

Enter other Soldiers, with loaves of bread. 

Sol. Clear away there, bread, boys, bread, you 
shall have more presently, for I have rammed the 
saucy baker into his oven. John Futre, he snatched 
up a knife to hinder me from taking it, when I told 
him it was on the Emperor's account. c Emperor/ 
says he, ' I'll trust no Emperor !' So I knocked him 
down, and as he made a great noise, bundled him 
into his oven, and by the time the other division ar- 
rives, they may have a baked baker for supper ! 

Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 

Enter other Soldiers, (singing Ciara, march on) ; 
one Soldier with a basket of eggs, some with dead 
fowls. 

Sol. Here, my boys, I have just saved an old wo- 
man the trouble of going to market, I have pur- 



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chased ail her stocky and told her to carry her ac-- 
count to the Emperor ; she blubbered most preciously; 
I would have made her amends by kissing her 
buxom daughter, but the baggage jumped out of 
window like a cat, and ran faster than the devil 
himself 

Serj. O never mind one girl, we'll have plenty, 
we'll mend the breed, my boys — hey, boy, you have 
some fowls. 

Sol, Yes, as the old woman cried so much for 
her eggs, her hens began to cry too ; so, to quiet the 
matter, I wrang half a dozen of their necks — the 
damn'd cock flew to the top of the barn, and made 
more noise than all the rest, so I shot him off his 
perch, but fired the roof, — so the rest will be over- 
roasted, 

[One of the Soldiers begins to eat the eggs raw ! 

Serj. What the devil, do you eat the eggs raw }• 

First SoL Ay, and glad to catch them ! 

Second SoL Portuguese raw eggs are better than 
Polish raw horse-flesh ; for my part, I'll try a fowl 
a la brute. [Drum heats— trumpet sounds. 

Serj. March ! march, my boys, haste away, to- 
morrow you shall have gold, diamonds, shoes, 
clothes, fiddles and fun. Friars' houses, Lords' beds, 
and pretty Nuns, [Exit Serjeant and Troops. 

Enter Belmont, (from behind.) 

Belm. How my poor heart bounds with exultation, 
to think my dear England is a stranger to these cala- 
mities : could but the unsatisfied over -weening minds 
of those men, who, amidst e\ery blessing heaven 
bestows, —who, with angelic security, retire to their 
rests,— see but these, would they not blush ?— I blush 
to think there is an Englishman who does not daily 
pray—heaven's vengance on them!— (Noise of more 



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approaching)— -More approach, already three thou- 
sand have past. 

[Belmont retires to one side, seats himself 
as a beggar, -and thrums his guitar. 

Enter Officers and Soldiers. 

First Officer. March, lads ! to-morrow you shall 
roll in luxury, we'll dine with Princes. 

Second Officer. Damn me, if I believed in a 
devil, I should think the Priests and Friars had con- 
jured him to raise this hell-fired storm. 

Third Officer. The devil should favour his 
friends, but we'll soon unhouse them. 

Second Officer. And imbed them too. 

First Officer. And if wanted, uncloak them too ! 

Third Officer. That is as it should be— a Friar's 
cloak covers a multitude of sins! 

First Officer. O you take the cloak then ! 

nines, Ah ! ah ! ah ! 

Second Officer. I hope there is plenty of British 
boots ! 

First Officer. For why British ? 

Second Officer. Because their boots are like 
themselves— don't drink water, and water is a damn'd 
enemy to bawdy feet. 

Third Officer. Well, for once in your life, you 
have spoken feelingly; for myself, I mean to have a 
full wardrobe ! 

Fltst Officer, And I a double one ! for as we 
have no more British store houses to clear after this, 
I shall provide liberally. 

Second Officer. O yes, my lad, weil finish here, 
and then hie to the head stores — England! there, 
my lads ! there will be pickings! 

First Offictr\ God deliver me from such pick- 
ings, we shall be properly provided for there!— 
clothed for eternity ! 



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Third Officer. Yes, that is not the land of Friars 
and pretty Nuns. 

Second Officer. But plenty of pretty women ! 

First Officer. Ay., and damn'd angry ones too; 
by God, I do not think there is a dozen but would 
jump into breeches and fight like devils, at the 
sound of invasion. 

Second Officer. Yes, the English ladies have a 
great penchant for the breeches ! 

Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 

First Officer. And their husbands are remarkable 
for horns, 

Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha 1 

TJiird Officer. And as savage as bulls in a cow- 
meadow; therefore, from British grass defend our 
feet, from their fierce beauties, and their God-damn' d 
fleet. — (Drum beats to arms)— Allons I Allons ! 

[Exeunt. 

Enter, stragglingly , Soldiers, (lame, fatigued,) 

8$c.—(one, in an English uniform, seats himself 

near Belmont, in a desponding maimer; Bel- 

mont plays and watches him.) 

Bel. Excuse me, soldier, you look extremely fa- 
tigued, will you drink with a poor old man, I have 
a little wine in my flask,— you are as welcome as day 
to it. 

Swartz. Poor old man, I thank you heartily, — in- 
deed I want it ; I have a miserable crust in my 
pocket uneat, because my parched mouth could no 
longer do its office. 

Bel. If my years do not deceive me, you have 
seen better times, you surely are not a Frenchman ? 

Swar. Neither in birth nor principles, — but, O 
misery, I am a French soldier ! (weeps) excuse my 
scalding tears, — ah ! how many more has my poor 
family shed for me ! 



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Bel. Have you a wife and children? 

Swar, O God ! I have,, and I fear in misery ! 

Bel. Where are they ? 

Swar. I left them, in my once happy country, 
in Hanover! O my poor country,— my home, — my 
once humble state of bliss ! 

Bel. Ah me, I feel for you as a brother, I drew 
my breath in a country that owns the same King, 
once yours ; the much loved father of his people : 
Heaven be praised, my birth-place is yet unsullied 
by the tramplings of your tyrant's feet. 

Swar. And ever will, O gracious God, I hope! 

Bel. Dare you follow me ? 

Swar. To where ? 

Bel. To blessed England ! 

Swar. That would be a blessing indeed. 

Bel. Then follow me, I'll soon find you refresh- 
ment, soon protect your feet from the galling stones, 
and once more place you under the protection of our 
loy fully royal master 

\_Exewit* 



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ACT II 



SCENE I, 

An Apartment in the Royal Palace, 

Enter Gertruda and Innocencia. 

Inno. Dear Lady, does not the time seem long to 

you ? 

Ger. O very so ! these painful moments of anxiety 
are lengthened into hours, the hours into days. 

Inno. Indeed, I never suffered so much: — the looks 
of distress in the Prince, which seem doubled in the 
eyes of the Princess, ever shedding tears ; and when 
the pretty prattling infants urge their questions of 
tenderness, I think I feel the world go round, — a 
painful giddiness ensues. 

Ger. On every thing around us horror is stamped ! 
the awful silence of night, broke by such tremendous 
peals, — the vivid flash seems to dart through the very 
walls, with such cataracts of rain, as if preceding 
the chaos of nature, the admonitors of this world's 
dissolution, 

Inno. And if not the world's ! I much fear our 
country's, our dear Prince's destruction! 

Ger. And we, among the pile of ruins, all our 
fond hopes, our accounted scenes of joy, and charts 
of future bliss, by inexorable war o'erthrown, all 



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down,— prince, people, religion, by tyranny levelled 
to the dust ! 

Inno. My poor heart is near bursting with the 
thoughts ! 

Enter Attendant. 
Atten. The Princess requests your attendance. 
Ladies ? 

Ger. We. attend her Highness, 



\_Exeunt 



SCENE II. 

Princess' s Apartment in the Royal Palace — -Prix 
cess Carlota, on a Sofa, (in a mournful atti- 
tude, dosing,) — Ladies in waiting* 

Princess Carlota, (rising), Theresa, I pray you, 
what is the hour ? I think the clocks have ceased to 
strike! yet why should they, they are insensible to 
grief? 

Titer. It is on the point of four ! will your High- 
ness permit me present you coffee ? indeed I fear this 
watching and grief will destroy my dear Princess. 

Seli. Do, my dear Princess. 

Princess Carlota. Dear Ladies, I feel your kind 
attentions, but I feel no appetite, — grief — dread — 
anxiety — my dear Prince™ my dear little ones,— fill 
mind and body both ! 

Ther. and Seli . We intreat your Highness, try ! 

Princess Carlota. I will so ! how long is it since 
the Prince was here ? 

Ther. 'Tis near two hours, your Highness. 



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Princess Carlota. Did the dreadful storm awake 
the children ? 

Ther, Towards the end Prince Pedro awoke, 
and awakened his brother ; they were uneasy, and 
urged much to come to your Highness; fearing they 
would more disturb you, we quieted them to sleep 
again * 

Princess Carlota. I am much indebted for your 
kindnesses ; if I survive these scenes of distress, Iil 
try to thank you : 'tis near four o'clock, jou say? 

Ther. Near striking, your Highness. 

[^Clock strikes four; the Princess, much 
agitated, seems fainting ; Theresa and 
Selina support her. 

Ther. For Heaven's sake, your Highness, what 
alarms you thus ? 

Princess Carlota. O heaven ! what a blow on 
my heart did the blow of that clock strike, it has 
made it bleed — Gracious heaven I it passed through 
me, as it were my dying knell ; the solemn sound still 
trembles in my ears. O my country, my country, 
my dear husband, my Prince, my lovely little ones, 
my innocent children ! — O Jesu ! protect them ! I faint, 
Theresa, lead me into the next apartment— send for 
the Prince. 

\_Exeunt, Theresa and Selina supporti?ig the 
Princess, and the other Ladies. 



SCENE III. 
Apartments of the young Princes. 

Enter Prince Pedrg, Prince Miguel, Donna 

Bellas, Donna Redonda, and Attendants. 

Donna Bellas. My dear Princes, the storm is 



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over, and it is only four o'clock, go again to rest— 
you will disturb the Prince and Princess, 

Prince Pedro. Donna Bellas, I cannot sleep, I 
am not easy ; the thunder may come again, perhaps 
another earthquake, — and if not that, I know what I 
heard, the bad Frenchmen may come, and you know 
they want to rob my papa ! and how can I sleep with 
thieves in the house ! 

Donna Redonda. Sweet soul ! do not be afraid, 
papa has plenty of guards ! 

Prince Miguel. Ah, I wish I was big enough 
to be his guard too ! 

Prince Pedro. Why ! what would you do ! 

Prince Miguel. Pd fight for him ! [loud* 

Prince Pedro. And I too, I'd die for him ! 

Prince Miguel. And so would I ! 

Donna Bellas. Good Princes, do not let your 
love for your royal papa lead you to disturb his rest. 

Prince Pedro. No, no ! Donna Bellas, — but 
why should my younger brother boast so much ? 

Prince Miguel. I only boasted how I love papa ; 
though you are older, you cannot love him more. 

Donna Bellas. Do not dispute, love equally your 
papa, and love one another. 

Prince Pedro. Come, Miguel, will you fence 
for a gold piece? let us learn how to fight, perhaps 
hereafter we may have a crown to fight for 

Prince Miguel. I will fight for glory ! the 
crown belongs to you 1 

Prince Pedro. And when I wear it, Pll prove 
your brother. 

[Exeunt and Attendants, 



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SCENE III. 

Prince's Apartment in the Royal Palace. 

Enter Prince Regent and Bishop of Elf as. 

Prince Regent, Good Elvas, you have much 
eased raj heart, I dread the thought of offending 1 
Heaven ! If it pleases Almighty God to chastise 
me for my salvation, a murmur shall not escape my 
lips; but for my people, my heart bleeds to think on 
them ! O my country, my country, my poor people, 
Jesu ! have mercy on them ! 

Bishop. That Omnipotent Power that created 
them, will, in the infinity of its goodness, still 
protect them against the enemies of all religion : — e'en 
Heaven itself, the impious enemies of Christ, whose 
godhead they deny — when the fulfilment of their 
crimes shall come, he will avenge their deeds ! 

Enter Attendant, 

Attendant. Your Royal Highness, Don Almeida 
requests an audience. \_Exit Attendant, 

Prince Regent. Let him enter, (faintly) — Good 
Elvas, this shock of the enemy's approach, these 
terrible convulsions of nature, prey on my mind ! 
sleep deserts me, some awful event appears approach- 
ing — this horrid war ! O when will mankind cease 
to murder ! 

Bishop. May gracious God bless your High- 
ness and your kingdoms with his holy spirit of 
peace. 

Prince Regent. Amen ! amen ! 

Enter Almeida. 
Almeida. Your Highness's most devoted servant 



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Prince Regent. Almeida,, I am happy to see you, 
for I feel a confidence in you, — would I could say 
as much by all my ministers. 

Almeida. Your Highness, I am proudly happy 
that my poor endeavours to serve my Prince are 
pleasing to him. 

Prince Regent. Almeida, an honest minister, 
who strives to serve and save his country, is a bless- 
ing* to his Prince ; but my forboding soul shrinks at 
some of my council. 

Bish. Elvas. Can Lucifer so work on man, so 
drive his soul to perdition, as to sell his Prince, — 
his country ? 

Almeida, (warmly.) He can! he has, the fiend's 
at work, and forging the fetters for royalty, the 
manacles for their Prince, bartering the blood of 
thousands for bribes. 

Prince Regent. Jesu ! have mercy ! — how have I 
deserved this ! 

Almeida. O my good Prince ! do not think my 
duty too bold — do not think the heart of Almeida 
pleads for himself, proud of its loyalty; though cer- 
tain of destruction, to save your Highness, it would 
be most happy to be the sacrifice. 

Prince Regent, Alas, I fear there will be too 
many sacrifices ! O that Almighty God would direct 
me how to avoid them ! 

Almeida. Most Gracious Prince, if in your sight 
I am your faithful servant, (kneels) let me thus in- 
treat you, (Prince raises him) — flee from the tv rant's 
grasp, fly to your better kingdom, preserve your 
royal person, your royal line, bear away to safety 
your dear Princess and lovely offspring. Resistance 
here is fruitless, already the proud tyrant has deso- 
lated Europe's great extent,— your kingdom, staid 



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only from destruction by an abject loan., imposed 
with insolence, and demanded with threats. 

Prince Regent. It is but too true. 

Almeida. Your much approved and brave allies 
pour forth their conquering fleets to guide and guard 
you; e'en now, at your river's mouth, the British 
flags wave defiance to your enemies, and await your 
orders. 

Prince Regent. Heaven return their kindness ! — 
they are a brave and gallant nation. 

Bish. Elvas. Permit, your Highness, one, who 
in his peaceful holy home, has with an anxious eye 
still followed the din of destructive war, humbly to 
speak his anxious heart's desires. 

Prince Regent. Good Elvas, proceed, your age, 
your office, your duty to God demands it ! 

Risk. Elvas. Since first rebellion, with the Toss 
of all order, all humanity, all religion, began its 
giant hellish strides in France, has the Almighty, for 
purposes beyond man's penetration, suffered it to 
overthrow and consume whichever way the monster 
has turned — Royalty. Kingdoms have been its con- 
stant food, the foundations of ages annihilated, — all 
respect, all duty to God set at defiance, by the hell- 
born act of denying— a God's existence! horrid 
thought ! devils themselves would tremble to think 
on it : how then, your Highness, can you stem the 
monster's way ? I intreat you to remember the religion 
of your fathers, Europe is plunging into infidelity, 
haste to your noble empire of the Brazils, and save 
your royal person, your dear family, your friends 
and religion, from the tyrant's grasp. 

Prince Regent. O my heart ! my poor deranged 
mother ! to remove her ! 

Bish. Elvas. Better remove her, than doubly 



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derange her, by torturing her royal eyes with the 
brutal plunder of her Palace, — with the savage sei- 
zure of the holy plate from the churches, — with the 
agony of seeing the blessed sacred chalice made a 
Bacchanalian banquet cup for murderers. 

Enter Attendant, (hastily.) 

Attendant. Your Royal Highness, the Princess 
Carlota is suddenly taken extremely ill, and intreats 
to see you instantly. 

Prince. O God! where will this end,— I come! 
I come! Almeida, Elvas, attend the council, I will 
follow with all speed. 

[Exit Prince Regent and Attendant, 

Aim. Heaven's blessings on you, Bishop, for 
thus urging the Prince's departure, I much fear the 
French faction in the council will delay him until 
too late. 

Enter an Attendant. 

Attendant. Don Almeida, a messenger with a 
letter, which he will deliver to no one else, waits at 
your office. 

Aim. I thank you, I'll be there instantly. — Come, 
Bishop, it may be news. 

Bish. I hope good ! 

[Exit Almeida and Elvas. 



SCENE IV. 

Apartments of Almeida, 

Enter Almeida and Elf as. 
Aim. (with a letter.) It is from my Secretary, de- 
pend on it as gospel, (reads)— 

c2 



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rf Two hours before dark, I met the advanced 
Cf guard three leagues from Abrantes ; I followed 
cc on, and counted upwards of three thousand troops, 
<s all infantry, in sl most wretched condition, shoeless,, 
(C shirtless, coatless ; yet they brave all elements, 
cc march more like a rabble than soldiers, but they 
ee are savages in looks and deeds : (more of this on 
ce my return). The artillery, I learn, are five leagues 
ec behind ; the cavalry following; the whole amount 
ci near eighteen thousand men. In a few minutes I 
cc horse to Agua Bellas, there they halt for an hour 
€C and an half, which, repeated four times in a day 
cc and night, is all their rest ; numbers have perished 
cc on their march, from the rains, &c. In six hours 
" from this, heaven permitting, I shall wait on your 
fC Excellency with all possible particulars, 
<( Your obedient Servant, 

"BELMONT/' 

There, Elvas, see how near the troops are to the 
capital, and yet, two hours ago only ! Aranja swore 
at the council they were not within three weeks" 
march, his couriers were continually on the watch, 
he knew for certain every movement they made, 
Elvas, Elvas, he is an atrocious villain ! 

Bishop. Let us follow, until we persuade the 
Prince to embark, for if my mind deceives me not, 
the Prince is sold ! 

Aim. If I had a thousand lives, I would stake 
them all on the certainty. 

Bishop. Tlifi Prince's fiat for departure will 
frustrate all — let us pursue. 

[Exeunt. 



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SCENE V. 

Apartments of Aranja. 

Enter Aranja and Anadea. 

Aran. Thus far we gain ground, delay the 
Prince's decision until the troops arrive, and we have 
all secure, — and look (shews a letter), three thousand 
were at Agua Bellas at two o'clock. 

Ana. That is well! they are heroes indeed to 
Jbrave such storms ; would they were here, for the 
Bishop of Elvas has arrived, and had interviews with 
both the Prince and Princess ; his holy rhetoric will 
all lead to the Brazils, for the lazy churchman knows 
his reign is nearly done here, and the stupid bigotry 
of the Prince may make him an archbishop there. 

Aran. Damn them all ! they do nought but eat, 
drink, sleep, and plan mischief. 

Ana. The French troops shall soon rout them 
from their nests ! 

Aran. Have you placed stanch friends at the 
forts below ? 

Ana. I have, such as I would place my life in 
their hands. 

Aran. I every minute expect a French officer, 
who comes with peaceful proposals to the Prince, to 
parly and delay him, until the security of the troops 
are certain. 

Ana. That would answer well ; that and securing 
the forts, fleet, Prince, and power, would be sure. 

Aran. Ay — and a dukedom, a princely revenue, 
and uncontrolled power for us. 



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Ana. With a hatchet, rope, or guillotine, for 
our opposers and particular friends. 

Aran. With a ship like a sieve, for the ad- 
vocates for flying to the Brazils to sail for thence 
in. 

Ana. O never fear, we'll find means of disposing 
of the English patriots. 

Aran. And a ready means of disposing of British 
property. 

Ana. In short, let us labour to delay the Prince, 
until sufficient troops arrive td secure the river ; 
then our career commences, therefore let us return to 
the council, and keep our friends warm in the cause 
a day more, and all will be secure. 

Aran. 'Tis well, I have another article on my 
mind I mentioned once before, that damn'd sly po- 
litical churchman, the Nuncio, has been of late 
trebly attentive and officious to the Prince, and he 
holds a favorable position in the Princess's ear. If 
I am not much deceived, he is spurred on by the 
British government. 

Ana. Or churchman-like, he knows a reforma- 
tion would shake his power to its centre, his mum- 
mery and impositions would fall and be scouted, his 
splendid idleness, arid swindling pomp, would tumble 
with his revenue ; take away the profits, and the 
bugbear ceases. In my opinion, no politics— no 
nation— moves him; nought but the love of gain, 
the love of self. 

Aran. Should that be the case and cause, yet he 
becomes a dangerous opposer, for he will, like a 
parrot, eternally chaunt — Brazil — Brazil! the land 
of faith, the land of piety, the pure sons of the 
church, — and urge every nerve to flatter the stupid 
bigot of a Prince, to be its head, its Prince, its 
saviour ! 



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Ana. If so., let us stop his progress,, I have 
stanch fellows for every purpose ! — if he comes 
to the Palace again in three days, I'll forfeit my 
head ! 

Aran. I admire your spirit, but remember you 
have to deal with a churchman. 

Ana. I have their match, come, let's to council. 

[Exeunt 



End of Act II 



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ACT III, 



SCENE I. 

Apartment of the Princess's Royal Palace. 

Enter Prince Regent, leading Princess, 
— Attendants 

Prince. My dearest Carlota, the agony I feel at 
seeing you thus is too powerful to support,- — my 
dearest angel, let me lead you to the fresh air, it will 
relieve your faintness. 

Pri?icess. My adored Prince,, your affection 
doubles my calamities, it is the fear for you impedes 
my powers and strength, rt a thousand dreads, a thou- 
sand forms of a distracted imagination continually 
flow on my perturbed senses. Think how we've loved., 
think on our dear little ones ; O Jesu ! what thou- 
sands of endearments rush on my mind ! Then think, 
O my beloved Prince, if my love does not shudder 
when I see the dangers that surround us. 

Prince. My love for you! for my dear little 
ones ! oe'r flows my heart; my duty to a most good 
and deranged mother presses on my mind ! and, O 
God ! amidst these afflictions, I am accursed with a 
false conspiring ministry! surrounded by an impious 
conquering foe, that every hour threatens desolation 
to my country, and the downfall of my crown ! 



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Princess. Dearest of men, do not think my weak 
fears urge me to advise ; my love, my unutterable 
love, emboldens me to plead, and urge your flight. 

save those sweet pledges of our affection, those 
dear endearments of our mutual passion ! the sea alone 
can be our defence ! accept the offer of the brave 
British fleet, and haste to your better empire in 
safety. 

Prince. O urge no further, I have my honour, 
my character — at stake ! shall I flee from the land 
my ancestors have so long been kings of ! shall I flee 
from my people ? shall I leave them to a plundering, 
murdering enemy, ungoverned, unprotected ? — better 

1 rouse them up to arms and nobly conquer — or 
nobly fall. 

Princess. If, my beloved Prince, I saw a pro- 
bability of success, I would gird on your sword, and 
haste you to the battle ; cry, On, my noble Prince, to 
glory ; and follow on to cheer away the toil of arms, 
and lull your wearied frame to sleep in these fond 
embracers. 

Prince. Alas ! I fear our numbers are too few 
for resistance. 

Princess. I$y much, they are a horde of all nations, 
a goth-like banditti, savage and wild, whose num- 
bers bid defiance to all around ; (weeps J and, O Jesu ! 
my eyes overflow with the thought ! their tyrant ruler 
sits on the throne from whence its royal owner was 
murdered, and who, by a timely flight, had saved 
his life — his family — his crown ! 

Prince. Unhappy martyr ! in silence let his vir- 
tues rest ; the time will come, when just heaven will 
punish his dethroners, and hurl its avenging venge- 
ance on the blood-stained crew. 

Enter Donna Rebonda. 
Red. Your Highnesses, Princes Pedro and Mi- 



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guel have so long importuned me to see you, I 
could no longer refuse begging the permission. 

Prince. Let them come ; poor fellows ! the storm 
perhaps has alarmed them. 

[Exit Donna Redonda. 

Enter Princes Pedro and Miguel. — (Prince 
Pedro runs to the Prince Regent, kneels and 
kisses his hand, then to the Princess Carlota; 
Prince Miguel does the same.) 

Pedro. O your Highness ! I have been so af- 
frighted with the noisy thunder, I thought another 
earthquake was coming I 

Miguel. Yes, mama, we got up, but they 
would not let us come to you, — I thought I should 
be safe then. 

Princess. I hope you have been good ? 

Pedro. That we have, mama, — for when they 
told us we should disturb you, we went to fence. 

Miguel. Yes, mama, they said you were unwell, 
but I hope you are well again. 

Prince. Good boys. 

Pedro. O papa ! Miguel fenced with me for a 
gold piece, — and I gained three hits, and he would 
not pay me when I won. 

Miguel. Dear papa, as he is older/ and taller, 
and stronger, than me,— should not he give me 
some odds ? 

Prince. Let your preceptor decide ; but be 
friends, and I'll pay the piece. 

Miguel. I would have paid him, papa I but, be- 
cause I did not at first, Pedro said I was like a 
Frenchman ! I don't like to be called so, I am no 
rogue — though they are. 

Pedro. No, papa ! when he refused to keep his 
word, I told him, if he was not my brother, I would 



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serve him as 1 would a Frenchman — thrash him, — 
(to Princess CarlotaJ indeed, mama, that was all. 

Princess. Come ! come ! no jarring, there is a 
gold piece for each of you (gives money) ; try which 
of you can do most good with it, and then I shall 
love you more, if possible. 

Pedro. I'll divide mine into sixty-four testoons, 
and make sixty-four poor people happy. 

Miguel. And I'll send mine to the prison, to 
give some poor wretch his liberty ! 

Prince. Let me know when this is done, and I 
will give you more ; away to your tasks and precep- 
tors. 

,5. 10 \ i Your Highness, we obey ! 

Miguel, j & 3 J 

[They kneel and kiss hands. 

Pedro. I am so happy to see papa and mama 
well, that I shall be merry all day. 

Miguel. And I, papa and mama, will leap for 
joy ! [Exit leaping and jumping. 

Princess. Dear innocents ! 

Prince. I hope their jealousy may never lessen 
their love for each other ! 

Princess. Never ! as they advance in years, their 
stronger reason will discriminate their emulations, 
it now spurns them to assiduity in their studies, and 
leads them to the love and practice of virtues. 

Prince. Indeed, my dear Car lot a, their ap- 
propriation of their little riches, though divided, both 
tended to so good a purpose, that I was blest to hear 
their humanity. 

Enter Attendant. 
Attcn. "Your Royal Highness, Don Aranja in- 
treats your presence at the council, all awaits for 
your Royal Highness, 



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Prince. We come on the moment. 

[Exit Attendant. 

Princess. O think, my dear Prince, on what 
surrounds you, think on the empire that awaits your 
royal command ! think on yourself ! your safety. 

Prince. Sad conflicting' thoughts, the struggle 
between my love and honor rends my bosom and 
my brain ! the vital stream rushes with maddening 
force from heart to head, and repulsed from head to 
heart, whose over-charged nature threatens to burst \ 
O God defend rne ! my brain grows giddy with the 
surrounding scene ! 

Princess. My dear Prince! do not go to the 
council, send your commands, — retire to rest ! — come, 
my dear angel, let me charm your agitated soul to 
blissful sleep— were it .only for a little hour. 

Prince. Excellent angel, my word is past ! I 
will attend the council, raid as soon as public safety 
permits, return and taste happiness with you, to your 
apartment, my love ! my honour takes me from you,, 
but shall not separate us long,— sweet love, adieu ! 

[Exit Prince. 

Princess. Choirs of angels attend you ! 

[Exit Princess and Attendants. 



SCENE II, 

■An Apartment in the House of Baron Bramcamp, 

Enter Eugenia and Margarida; ( Eugenia with 
a Guitar.) 

Eug. Margarida, put away the guitar, my heart 
is too full to give the wires utterance. 



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Mar. But why, dear lady, so despond, it is only 
three days since he was here. 

Eug. To me, that is three ages ! 

Mar. Gentle lady, remember, this melancholy 
may awaken the suspicions of your father. 

Eng. Very true! \erj true! but I have not 
learned enough of the world, to use deception, and 
I am afraid my affection for that dear amiable man 
will sooner distract me than teach me how to mask 
my love ! 

Mar. Your love should teach you that! remem- 
ber the difference of your fortunes, your rank and 
situation. 

Eug, Hold! hold your horrid words! accursed 
be the gold that makes a distinction,— my father's 
title was purchased ; but no gold ! no titles ! can 
equal my beloved Belmont ; had I the Prince's pos- 
sessions, I would give all for such a heart as his — 
for the loftiest noble of the kingdom has not half 
his honour,— he plumes above them all. 

Mar. I believe him so ! but your papa will pay 
little attention to his heart or his honor, while he 
wants estates and titles. 

Eug. There springs my unhappiness. O parents ! 
parents ! what tyranny do you use, to dispose of 
your children's hearts. 

Enter a Servant with a letter, looking hack cau- 
tiously, and looking significantly at Margarida, 
puts his finger on his lips, gives the letter, and 
exit. 

JVIar. (opens the cover, gives Eugenia the en- 
closed letter) Here, my dear lady, the cover is only 
for me, yours is the dear contents. 

Eug. ( kisses the letter) It is my dear Belmont's ! 
O blessings on him ! (reads) — 



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ee Beloved Angel ! 

€t My duty, on the instant, hurried me from Lis-' 
" boo, I bad no safe conveyance to inform you of my 
<c departure. Dear Eugenia, since I tasted of bliss in 
<c your company last, my eyes have been a stranger to 
tc sleep ; this blest opportunity I snatch from the ex- 
(C tremity of attendance on the council ; in an hour 
<s more, I will fly to our dear appointed spot, and if 
**■ the joy of seeing you will permit me utterance, I 
iC will tell you where I have been, what I have seen, 
cc and in what imminent danger the country and we 
<c are in; do not alarm yourself, but believe me, while 
Ci existence lasts, I am all yours ever adoring, 

« BELMONT." 

Mar. There, my lady, how sweet, how balsamic, 

Eug. Would his dear pen had all been dipt in 
balm ! that tincture of rue leaves a convulsion in 
my bosom 1 O Margarida ! how oft has my dear di- 
vining angel, when we have sat beneath the bloom- 
ing orange-tree boughs, exchanging our true loves' 
mutual vows, drawn on the marble plain, his pencil 
a rose's stem ! these coming times ! — for when the full 
swell of mutual love has opened a port for fear, how 
has he softened down our fortunes, how calmed my 
father's rage ; but last and most upon his mind was, 
war ! all else, he smiled upon, and kissing with rap- 
ture my hand, would exclaim, — this must be mine ! 

Mar. Indeed, of late, I have wondered much at 
his constant expression of this country's danger. 

Eug. 'Tis ever on his tongue, and well I re- 
member once, as it were but yesterday, while my 
attentive eye marked his dear tracing of its direful 
way; he agitated arose, and with eyes and hands 
uplift to heaven, exclaimed, That battle gained, this 
country is lost for ever ! — then gazing on me with 
angelic tenderness, pressed a salute, while his big 
tear, unheeded, fell upon my bosom ! 



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Enter Servant. 

Ser. Senhora de Castello, presents lier compli- 
merits, and wishes to see you, my lady. 

Eug. Shew her in.f exit Servant. J Now we shall 
have news ! 

Enter Juliana. 

Jul. My dearest Eugenia, I so long to see you, 
I have so much to tell you, such strange events, I 
scarce know where I am. 

Eug. What ! has the Marquis forgot his love 
for you ? 

Jul. O for goodness sake, do not mention the 
Marquis and love together. 

Eug. Why, I thought the Marquis was on the 
point of leading you to the hymenial altar, and sure 
he would not do that without making love to you I 

Jul. Indeed but he would, for as papa and he 
were the principal planners and negociators, I am only 
considered as an attendant, — necessary, like the seal- 
ing-wax, to the marriage articles. 

Eug. I wonder at your spirits, the thoughts of 
such a marriage makes me shudder. 

Jul. Lor ! my dear, it is very fashionable, true 
nobility ; and, as I have the misfortune to be born 
noble, and fashionably educated, why papa, of course, 
sends me among the herd very politely. 

Eug. O Juliana, what an expression ! the name 
of herd immediately gives the idea of horns. 

Jul. Well, and don't you think, by such a mar- 
riage, if the wife has not got a great— -great deal 
of virtue, there is some danger of such things ? 

Eug. I really must allow we have too many 
examples to doubt it. 

Jul. Aye, aye, Eugenia, I observe a lady of fa- 
shion never has love made to heruntil she is married. 



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Eug. Yet, Juliana,, what a crowd of courtiers 
have I seen follow jou on a court-day. 

Jul. Yes, to talk ridiculous nonsense, make ob- 
servations that a child should blush at, embellished 
with fulsome flattery and falshoods ; no, no, Euge- 
nia, I would prefer one letter such as your dear Bel- 
mont writes, and such a man, though placed in a 
cottage, to all the palaces and all the nobility to- 
gether. 

Eug. Then, my dear friend, I most sincerely 
wish fortune may throw in your way his counterpart. 
But what is the news you have ? 

Jul. O horrid ! the French troops are within 
two days' march : papa told me the Prince and 
Council had been debating all night whether the 
Prince and Court should fly to the Brazils. He 
then told me not to be alarmed ; that if the Prince 
went, he should follow ; and desired me to pack my 
jewels and apparel ready. 

Eug. Is it possible! O my foreboding heart, 
my dear Belmont ! 

Jul. Aye, dear Belmont, when did you see him. 

Eug. Not for these three days ; but I have just 
received a letter from him : come, come, to the sum- 
mer-house, at the end of the garden, I will shew it 
you, and tell you more ; I fear my papa coming on 
us here. 

Jul. I wish your papa would go with the Prince, 
we still should be together. 

.? Eug. That he will not, depend on it ; the Prince, 
refusing to make him a Count, has separated them, 
and from thence will spring my misery. — Come, 
come away. 

Jul. The men mock us for our attachment to 
baubles, trinkets, and ornaments, but what are their 
titles ? — ridiculous ! ha ! ha ! ha ! [Exeunt 



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SCENE III. 

An Apartment at Don Almeida's, as a Secretary's 

Office. 

Enter Belmont, (pulling out his watch.) 

Belm. Now for dispatch ! in half an hour more, 
my dear Eugenia ! [Sorting the papers, &;c. 

Enter Almeida. 

Aim. Why Belmont ! you will kill yourself ! I 
expected you were gone to rest. 

Belm. Your Excellency, nature seems to double 
her benefits, to suit the circumstances ; indeed, I 
am as unwearied as if just from repose, and await 
vour commands. 

Aim. Have you dispatched the order for spiking 
the guns at the lower forts. 

Belm. I have, your Excellency, sent Captain de 
Silva with a company, to execute your commands. 
Aim. To the shipping also. 
Belm. Your Excellency, they now are under 
weigh for the front of Belem. 

Aim. Order the whole of the Attendants of the 
Palace to be in waiting, and all the carriages ready, 
with porters, guards, &c, for I am much in hopes 
the Prince will, before he leaves the council, deter- 
mine to leave Lisbon. 

Belm. Your Excellency ! I will attend your 
commands. 

Aim. Should it so be determined, Belmont, would 
you rather return to your native England, or accom- 
pany me with the Prince, to the Brazils ? 

Belm. Your Excellency, your bounty has made 
me most happy ! my gratitude, I fain would say 



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We, binds me to your service ! While my poor 
efforts can be of service,, and your permitting, I wish 
to attend you. 

Aim. Belmont, the service you have done for 
the Prince and myself, I have fully made his High- 
ness acquainted with : whichever way you go, ho- 
nour and reward shall attend you ! Bui, I believe, 
Belmont, you have a stronger attachment for another 
than myself ! Nay, nay, do not be ashamed, your 
situation and self would not disgrace Bramcamp's 
family : if your affections are mutual, act like a 
maiij marry and take her with you ; it will be an 
honorable theft ! — My carriages are at your orders. 

Belm. Your Excellency, I am overwhelmed 
with shame ! Indeed, my life without Eugenia 
would be misery 1 I have related to your Excellency 
how, as an artist, her father first presented me to her ; 
love, on the instant flew through me ! it has grown 
mutually ! unceasingly ! But I have no estate, no 
title, to ask her father for such a blessing as she is \ 

Aim. Dispatch those orders, and what else you 
see fit — then haste to Eugenia, and tell her from me 
you shall have titles and estates too, if she will mar- 
ry you — my house her home, and I will be her father. 

[Exit Almeida. 

Belm. Am I awake ! the world runs round, I 
am giddy with astonishment ! my love fully known ! 
my love approved of ! fortune's full cornucopia 
poured on me — O bliss unspeakable ! my love 1 my 
Eugenia ! now thou art mine ! 

Enter a Servant with a packet of letters. 
"Tis well, follow me. [Exit Belmont and Servant, 



End of Act III. 



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ACT IV. 



SCENE I. 

A Room in a Country Farm-house — Number of 
French Officers, sitting at a table ; Wine, 8$c> 

1st Officer. This wine is cursed stuff, I hope 
the eating will be better. 

2d Officer. It is bad enough, to be sure ; but re- 
member, these poor devils send all their best wine to 
Lisbon for sale, drinking only the unsaleable. 

3d Officer. Then haste to Lisbon, there we shall 
find John Bull's collections ; and he's a connoisseur 
in wine. 

1st Officer. O damn John Bull ! I am afraid he 
and his wine have tripped to sea, as the only place 
of safety he has. 

3d Officer. Then I hope he will go to the bot- 
tom ! 

1st Officer. Good ! to make negus of the At- 
lantic ! 

2d Officer. If so, damn me ! our troops should 
drink it dry, and we'd add another quarter of the 
world to our conquests. 

ktli Officer. Very pretty moonshine ! but what is 
to eat ? and when is it coming ? 



h% 



2d Officer. I have set half a dozen cooks to 
work, and placed an embargo on the breakfast of 
the family. 

1st Officer. What the devil is that ? 

2d Officer. Some cold buccalao from yesterday, 
warmed up with garlic,, onions, lamp -oil, and sour 
wine. 

1st Officer. A mess for the devil 1 what else ? 

2d Officer. Some turnip -tops in full blossom, 
at least a yard long, mellowed with rusty bacon and 
garlic, to enhance the flavour ; also some rich soup, 
made with horse-beans, oil, and wine. 

1st Officer. What brutes ! 

2d Officer. My dear comrade, how squeamish 
you grow ! remember Poland train-oil and bran, with 
stakes from a dragooner that perished for food ! 

3d Officer. I dare swear you have something bet- 
ter than you have told us of, to eat. 

2d Officer. Well, I'll tell you ; the mistress of 
the house and her two daughters were so alarmed at 
our presence, that they fastened themselves in a clo- 
set from all communication ; therefore, I had no di- 
rector but my eyes and ears, and with those I have pro- 
cured eggs, bacon, fowls, rice, &c. ; now whet up 
your appetites, all will be ready in a few minutes ! 

Omnes. Bravo ! bravo ! Monsieur Caterer. 

3d Officer. I hope you mean to kiss the mistress 
of the house, or her two daughters, for keeping so 
good a house. 

2d Officer. By what I saw of the mother and 
daughter, they are such sweet mahogany beauties, 
that I shall pay most attention to eating ; for the 
lord knows when we shall eat again ! 

1st Officer. The best speculation I -know of, is 
to kill as we go along. 

3d Officer. What — -jack-asses ? 



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1st Officer. No, none o' your kin, except geese ! 
I say, kill turkies, fowls, pigs, goats, all that's eatable. 

3d Officer. And send their owners to the Empe- 
ror for payment. 

O nines. Ha ! ha! ha ! 

Enter a Soldier, (as from cooking. J 
Sol. Gentlemen, all's ready in the next room. 
Omncs. Bravo ! allons ! allons ! [_Exit omncs. 



SCENE II. 

An Alcove in the Garden of Bramcamp. 

Enter Eugenia and Julian a, as walking in the 
Garden — Margarida attending. 

Jul. I declare, your flowers are so sweet, your 
garden so pretty, and yourself so engaging, that I 
pay no attention to time ; I shall stay all the morn- 
ing e'er I think an hour past. 

Eug. You are so complimentary, I do not know 
how to ascribe you ; believe me, I should be extreme- 
ly happy if you would spend the day here ; now do 
stay and dine, and be assured I every moment ex- 
pect my dear Belmont. 

Jul. Now you remind me, I cannot for shame 
but go ; why should I, being not so fortunate, de- 
prive you of the dear delightful pleasure you must 
enjoy in his dear company ? 

Eug. Nay, if you praise him so much, you will 
make me jealous. 



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Jul. I am glad to hear you say so, for now I am 
sure you love him. \_A clap of hands three times. 
Eug. Belmont's signal ! O happy sound ! run, 
Margarida, run ! 

\_Exit Margarida. — Juliana withdraws to 
the garden. 
Eug. My dear Juliana/ do not go ; Belmont 
will be happy to see you. 

Jul. Yes, yes, away ! • \_she retires. 

Enter Belmont in a cloak. (Eugenia runs to 
meet him ; they embrace.) 

Belm. My guardian angel ! 

Eug. My dearest Belmont ! 

Belm. How, my dear Eugenia, have you been 
since last my eyes thus drank delight ? 

Eug. Your untold departure conjured up a thou- 
sand fears for your dear safety ! indeed, I was not 
well : your letter was a balsam to my aching heart, 
when I saw your safety. 

Belm. O my adored Eugenia ! the dangers that 
surround us distract me ! think of my painful situa- 
tion ; remember I am an Englishman ! should the 
Prince determine to retire to the Brazils, I cannot 
stay, unless in prison ! Should he stay here, my Se- 
cretary's place will be gone ; under the French in- 
fluence — perhaps French government !~— I shall be 
an outcast ! 

Eug. O God ! your painful story makes me mi- 
serable I 

Belm. Indeed I am so ! oft have I flattered my- 
self your papa might be reconciled, as I every day 
expected promotion : should the Prince retire, I feel 
a surety of it. But what will be promotion, ho- 
nour, fortune, even empire ! without my loved, my 
lovely Eugenia ! 



£5 



Juliana (comes forward.) Then Pll tell you, 
naj don't be alarmed ! 

Belm. Pardon my surprise, gentle lady ! I thought 
we were alone. 

Jul. -No j no ; it is I am alone, and alone am I 
likely to be, unless you have a brother, and will re- 
commend me to him, and he has more courage than 
yourself. 

Belm. For what, gentle lady ? 

Jul. To go where I wish, and take me with him ; 
be assured I would follow ! therefore, my advice is, 
pack up — set off — marry — set sail — and make love 
all the voyage ! 

Eug. For shame, you madcap ! 

Jul. Well then, do vou stav in Lisbon ! and let 
me carry Belmont and the shame to the Brazils ! 

Eug. Consider my papa ! 

Belm. Would to heaven, he would follow the 
Prince ! 

Jul. What, to torment you more ? to find a stu- 
pid husband with a title, and order Eugenia to marry 
the dear animal ? Fly ! fly ! he may be angry at first, 
but when a grandpapa he will soften ! 

Eug. O you romp, for shame ! 

Jul. Dear sober steadiness ! But Belmont, I 
beg you answer me ; I am sold, to be married to the 
Marquis Valencia ; now tell me truly, do you think 
the Prince will go ? now don't be afraid of trusting 
a female with a secret ! 

Belm. On my honour, I think 'tis certain ! 

Jul. Then my papa goes ! and I go —and hea- 
ven be praised, the Marquis stays behind ! don't you 
think he will ? 

Belm. He seems firmly attached to the opposing 
faction. 

Jul. He never pleased me before, sweet stupid 
coxcomb ! 



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Eug. Then you will be happy, Juliana. 

Jul. Only half way. Belmont, my dear, Eu- 
genia has mentioned to me you have a brother, 
where is he, and may I ask what is he ? 

Belm. Noble lady, you honor me, he is an hum- 
ble Lieutenant in the British navy; the last news I 
had of him, was after the battle of Trafalgar, in 
which he received a wound, not dangerous. 

Jul. Poor gentleman ! does he resemble you, Bel- 
mont ? 

Belm. He was, when last I saw him, taller and 
stouter, roughened by change of climate and the 
sea : in fact, he is a British officer, with the courage 
of a lion, and the heart of a lamb ; with his hand 
ever in his pocket, to supply every applicant with 
what he has risked his life a thousand times for. 

Jul. I understand you, Belmont, he is not quite 
so diplomatic as yourself: nevertheless, give me your 
hand ! — there is mine ! he is mine ! I marry him by 
proxy ! help me to find him, that he may take care 
I do not lose myself. 

Eug. Why, Juliana, are you mad .? 

Jul. Yes, as a March hare! Pardon me, Eugenia, 
I have shewn you the way ! Belmont, I wont own 
you as a brother, if you don't run away with Eugenia. 

Belm. Would to God she would permit me ! 

Jul. Now look in her eyes, don't you see her con- 
sent starting in them ? There ! there ! away, and 
settle how and when. \_Juliana pushes them out. 

Haste to the fragrant orange-grove, 
And plan the means to pluck true-love. 

(Calls JWargarida) Margarida, give me a guitar, 
I must thrum some doleful ditty to make me merry. 

JWar. (brings a guitar) It is in tune, I believe, 
my lady. 



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Jul. O no matter ! watch old dad! remember the 
alcove,, — the world well lost for love. 

[Exit Margarida. 

Jul. (plays on the guitar and sings :) 

Why what's the world and all its worth, 

When we from love are tether? 
Gold sinks again to parent earth, 

And titles like a feather. 

Ala! ala! alack, ala! 

Cross'd in our love, each day is night, 

Gay pleasure swells our sorrow, 
No other joy can give delight, 

But kisses that we borrow. 

Ala! ala! alack, ala! 

But if kind Hymen, with his torch, 

Will seal our hearts together, 
Our heaven is then, to go to church, 

And kiss thro' every weather. 

Ala! ala! alack, ala! 



Enter Margarida (hastily). 

Mar. O heavens ! my lady, my master is coming. 

Jul. (throws down the guitar, runs to the alcove). 
Fly! fly ! Belmont, — Bramcamp comes this way ! 

Belm. and Eug. Come forward, — O heavens, we 
are undone! — haste, Margarida, open the garden 
door. [Exit Margarida. 

Belm. (throws his cloak over him, and seems to 
recollect something, — takes from his pocket a paper 
of artificial flowers J. — Dear Eugenia, accept these 
flowers, were they not extremely beautiful, I would 
not present you artificial articles. 

Eug. O never mind ! fly ! fly ! adieu ! adieu ! 

[Exit Belmont. 

Jul. O most excellent ! should your papa have 
seen him departing, say he was a vender of artificial 



£8 

flowers, you saw passings and called, — these we 
have purchased. 

Eug. I am so agitated, he will discover the 
truth, and I am ruined. 

Jul. Courage! — courage! — here he comes. — 
(Juliana plays with, and admires thefloivers, talking 
to Eugenia). Dear me, how remiss I was, not to 
purchase more of these beauties. 

Bramcamp enters the Alcove, — (Juliana rises, as 

much surprised to see Bramcamp ; Eugenia rises, 

respectfully curtseying J. 

Jul. (curtseying) O your Excellency ! I ask par- 
don, you so surprised me ! I hope I see you in better 
health than my dear Eugenia. 

Br am. So ! so ! Senhora Castello. 

Eug. Papa, you look unwell, and very serious, 
has any accident happened ? 

Br am. What man was that with you just now ? 

Eug. (surprised) With me, papa ? 

Jul. O your papa means the Italian flower-seller, 
the poor fellow in a cloak ! O your Excellency, do 
but look at them, did you ever see any thing so na- 
tural, so beautiful, — who could imagine they were 
artificial ? 

Br am. Pha! pha ! Italian trumpery, the flowers 
in the garden are much superior. 

Eug. I am sorry they displease you, papa. 

Jul. Lor! sir, flowers from the garden would 
not do for dancing, they would fall to pieces when 
we came to allemande and lead down ! 

Br am. Eugenia, I came to tell you I do not 
deem the city a safe place for you at prerent ; there- 
fore, pack up your apparel, and in an hour the 
coach will be ready to take you to Azambugia ; your 
jewels give me, you may be robbed of them in the 
country, neither will you want them there. 



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Eug. Will the coach be here so soon, papa ? 

Bram. Yes, in an hour, — good morning, Senhora 
Castello. [Exit JBramcamp. 

Jul. Old crabbed ! ! — pardon me, Eugenia. 

Eug. O I am truly wretched. 

Jul. Rouse up your spirits, come away to your 
chamber, I'll find a plan for you to run away. 

Eug. O how can you think of it ? 

Jul. Follow good examples, — the Prince is going 
to do so. As for your jewels, give your papa the 
cases, — but keep the precious contents — they will 
awaken the eyes of love, should necessity make him 
sleepy: never! never! separate a lady from her dia- 
monds. 

Then haste, my dear, make no delay, 
An hour in love soon flies away. 

[Exeunt. 



SCENE IV. 

An Apartment in the House of Aranja. 

Enter Aranja and Anadea. 

Aran. Are you certain of such an order being 
sent ? 

Ana. As certain as I am of its being refused — 
mark this note: — (reads) 

" Your Excellency, judge of my surprise at Capt. 
(< deSilva's bringing an order to spike ihe guns at this 
tc fort, -7- it being so contrary to jour instructions : I 
<c have refused the execution until your further orders 
<c in writing to your obedient Servant, 

" ANTONIO REGEZUDA." 
i{ Saint Julians." 



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Aran. That looks suspicious ! did jou observe 
the Prince when he left the council,, how sullen he 
looked^ how abrupt he departed, with this laconic 
reply., — I will send my determination? 

Ana. I marked all, and much suspect some ac- 
cident or traitor has furnished him with more than 
we wish he should know. 

Aran. Well, well, a few hours more, and a fig 
for all, our masks will then be useless. 

Ana. I think it will be prudent to send for Alorna, 
Fi iere, Novion ; secure them, and their regiments ; 
remain inactive; throw every bar in the way of his 
going, if possible, and secure our security ! 

Aran. It shall be done on the instant. I am ex- 
tremely anxious for the arrival of this French Gene- 
ral ! he surely cannot be long ! his arrival will amuse 
the Prince, and accelerate our purpose; he also 
brings the Emperor's signature for our advancement 
and rewards. 

Enter Servant. 

Ser. Your Excellency, the Marquis Alorna 
requests an audience. 

Aran. Shew him into the saloon, I'll see him 
immediately. — ( exit Servant).- — This is fortunate, — 
come, let us sound him. [Exeunt. 



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ACT V. 



SCENE I. 

The Secretary's Office at Almeida's. 
Enter Belmont. 

Belm. My God ! how happy I am to reach home 
in safety ! O my Eugenia, if we are discovered, 
what will be your fate, from a cruel father? a con- 
vent is your doom ! O villainous love ! how cruelly 
unequal do you aim your arrows ! 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. Sir, a letter for you. 

Belm. Is the bearer waiting ? 

Ser. The instant he put it in my hand, he almost 
flew away. 

Belm. Very well.— (exit Servant). — The hand 
is a stranger's ; (opens the letter) — from Juliana ! 
(astonished, reads) : 

cc Dear Belmont, 
cc I am your lovely Eugenia's secretary ^ for she is so 
" distressed as to be unable to write : briefly know 
cc this — her father did not know, although he saw 
" you ! we passed you off for the vender of those 
" identical flowers you so fortunately brought. So 



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(c far happy ! but her father imperiously and posi- 
" tively ordered Eugenia to be ready for the coach 
ee in an hour, to carry her to Azambugia ; there is 
cc our unhappiness ! were we certain the Prince would 
cc leave Lisbon, be assured we do not mean to be 
<c left behind. There is no time for your answer, your 
" appearance would ruin all, — all my ingenuity shall 
ec be exerted to bring your dear Eugenia to what I 
Ci think will be her heaven! — your arms ! This, in 
ce purity of chastity, though manly expressed by a 
' c maid, who hopes,, e'er long, to give you joy in per- 
ee son, being 

ce Yours honorably, 

" JULIANA/' 

Heaven be praised, what an escape ! but how will 
my Eugenia escape. O love ! O fortune, befriend 

me ! ( a noise without) Hey ! what now ! 

Enter Lego re (a French General), pushing hack 
the Servants; seeing Belmont, he stops, 

Belm. Sir, your dress should cover a gentleman, 
— for why this violence, what is your pleasure ? 

Legore. Your insolent fellows refused me all 
admittance ; my business, sir, is of the utmost haste 
and consequence, I want immediately to see the prime 
minister, Don Aranja, and I must see the Prince. 

Ser. Sir, I told him he was mistaken ! 

Belm. fin a passion) Away, sirs, hold your ton- 
gues! away, away, (he pushes them out). — Sir, I am 
sorry they have been so rude, but it is customary to 
send your name in for admittance. 

Legore. Sir, I have the honor to come from the 
Emperor Napoleon, — General Legore, at your ser- 
vice, sir. 

Belm, General,, I have the honor to be his Ex- 



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cellency's secretary ; if you will favor me with your 
letters or papers, I will speak to him for your au- 
dience immediately. 

Legore. The letter for the Prince I will deliver 
personally, the letter for Don Aranja is here, (gives 
a letter) ; it will explain who I am. 

Belm. Sir, you appear fatigued, will you take 
some refreshment ? 

Legore. Sir, I have no objection. 

[Belmont ri?igs a belL 

Enter Servants. 

Belm. Pay every attention ! and shew the honor- 
able General into the dining-room, and provide in- 
stantly wine and refreshment. (Exit one Servant). 
General, I beg you will make free, call for your 
wishes, sans ceremonie ! Conduct the General. 

Legore. Remember, sir, I am in haste to see the 
Prince. 

Belm. Be assured, General, I will pay every at- 
tention to you ! his Excellency shall have your letter 
instantly; (exit Legore, attended.)— By the lord 
harry, I will pay extreme attention to you. 

[Calls a Servant, who is waiting on 
business. 

Ser. An officer or two, whom I do not know, 
and the red- faced Irish Captain. 

Belm. Order the Irish Captain in, the rest I can- 
not answer to-day ; and immediately give orders to 
all the servants to be careful that the French Gene- 
ral is not undeceived in this— it is not Don Aranja' s 
house. Order Antonio to attend me, yourself attend 
the General in particular, cover the table with the 
strongest and richest wines. 

Ser. Sir, I see the mistake, I will punctually at- 
tend him and your orders. [Exit Servant. 



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Belm. This is fortunate indeed, a thought strikes 
me, — Captain O'Neil shall be a Colonel immediately, 

Enter Captain O'Neil. 

Capt. Your most obedient humble servant, sir, at 
orders. 

Belm. Yours, Captain O'Neil,— you want em- 
ploy merit I think, sir ? 

Capt. Indeed I do, sir ! if it was not for the ladies, 
O i should be idle eternally. 

Belm. And the bottle, Captain! nay, nay, your 
blushes say so! 

CapU O sir ! hard service makes me blush. 

Belm. No matter, I have a commission for you I 
(taps his shoulder J you now are Major O'Neil; and 
to-day we'll call you Colonel O'Neil. I am going 
to introduce you to a French General, whom you 
must drink senseless. 

Capt. O never fear that ! 

Belm. Do this as quick as possible, my servant 
shall attend you, to procure from his pocket some 
letters he has. 

Capt. O don't trouble yourself! if it is in the 
cause of war, I can do that too ! 

Belm. (goes to a drawer, and fetches a roleau of 
money) --Captain, here are twenty pieces for a uniform ; 
get me his papers, and a commission, with fifty 
more, awaits you ! remember, this to ourselves ! 

Capt. Heaven reward you ! shew me this French 
General, and in half an hour Pll set him under the 
table ; and if he wont get drunk, Pll cut his troat, 
and do all the rest— as quiet as tunder. 

Belm. Then come along, brave Colonel O'Neil. 

[Exeunt % 



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SCENE II. 

An Apartment in Almeida* s House. 
Enter Almeida and Belmont. 

Aim. (With papers in his hand) You astonish 
me ! what a fortunate, what a providential occur- 
rence ! these will at once over-balance ail objections ! 
Belmont, jour presence of mind deserves a ccronet ! 
the victory is yours, and that fire-faced Captain's 
commission is excellent ! 

Belm. Your Excellency over-rates my duty. 

Aim. To convince you I do not, you shall at- 
tend me to the Prince, and he shall judge : set your 
guards on the General, and prepare to attend me to 
the Palace. 

Belm. They are in attendance, as soon as the 
Captain downs with the General, I shall have notice. 

Aim. Excellent ! manage as you see circum- 
stances require, but by no means suffer him to leave 
the house. 

Belm. Your Excellency, a Serjeant's guard at- 
tends the General should he prove unquiet. 

Aim. Extremely good ! come, come away to the 
Prince ! 

This bad ! good ! bad news will finish all ! 

And save the Prince, altho' this Country fall ! 

[Exeunt, 



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SCENE III. 

Princess's Apartment in the Palace, 

Tfie Prince Regent on a Sofa, sleeping— 
Attendants. 

Enter Princess Carlota, with Attendants — (she 
whispers to the Attendants, then comes forward 
to the Prince,) 

Princess. Heavenly angels, pour jour balmy bles- 
sings on him ! 

Prince, (awaking, and starting in a dream) 
O my Carlota, do not flee from me \ 

Princess. Dearest Prince, here I am. 

Prince, (arising.) Ah me! I was dreammg — 
how is the weather ? 

Princess. O such a heavenly morning ! the un- 
clouded expanse is pure azure all ! the mountain* 
seem to glow with double ardour, kissing their won- 
ted sun ; while every songster of the feathered choir 
loud strains his music throat to hail the elemental 
peace ! — O come, my Prince, and catch the fragrance 
of the teeming orange-grove ! 

Prince. I am happy, dearest Carlota, to see you 
so pleased ! 

Princess. But how happy should I be, was your 
dear mind at ease ! that we together might enjoy this 
sweet day's delight! gay o'er the bounding heath 
our fleetest steeds to guide ! or midst the forest's 
brake to level down the plumed game ! or on the 
Tagus golden stream, while the spread canvas staid 
zephyrs on their way, to see the silver scaly brood 
out-leap their bounds for joy I 



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Prince. Those joys we oft have known ! alas, I 
fear their sweets to us again are far — far off ! 

Enter Attendant. 

Atten. Your Royal Highness., Don Almeida re- 
quests an audience. 

Prince. Shew him in. (exit Attendant.) At 
this hour ! ah. Car lota ! this is something more than 
usual. 

Enter Almeida. 

Aim. Your Royal Highness 's obedient servant — 
Pardon^ your Highness, this continual disturbing 
your res^ but such a circumstance has transpired, 
that an instant is not to be lost. 

Prince. Say on : O my Carlota ! I dread the dis- 
closure ! 

Aim. Your Highness, Providence, by a mistake 
of the French General who brought these papers, 
sent him to my Secretary's office, mistaking Almeida 
for Aranja ; fortunately, before my servants* ex- 
plained the blunder, my Secretary interfered, and 
procured these papers, directed to Aranja. This 
General, with noisy insolence, demanded to see your 
Highness, and he has papers for you : my Secretary 
again shewed his judgment, and offered him refresh- 
ment ; and I hope in a few minutes to lay before your 
Highness those papers, without the derogatory in- 
solence of such a General. — These papers, your High- 
nesses, I shudder to look upon ! 

[Presents the papers to the Prince — The 
Prince and Princess retire to the sofa 
to read the papers. 

Enter an Attendant, who whispers Almeida, and 

then exits. 

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Enter the Bishop of Elvas, and Princes Pedro 
and Miguel 

[Almeida takes him on one side, and in 
dumb-show explains the contents of the 
papers- — Bishop much agitated. 

Prince (comes forward extremely agitated.) O 
Jesu ! for this thy mercy, this my providential es- 
cape ! a prostrate penitent, with a bleeding heart, 
uplifts his grateful thanks ! O Elvas ! Elvas ! thy 
penetrating fears are realised ! Look on these \ (gives 
the Bishop papers) I and my family are betrayed ! 
sold for a sacrifice !--- Good Almeida, summon up 
thy approved judgment ! Say, what is to be done ? 

Aim. Secure your person and family ! embark on 
board immediately ; haste to your noble empire of 
the Brazils ! the in\incible British squadron, with a 
brave and gallant commander, awaits your orders. 

Princess (comes forward with the two Princes ; 
they kneel to the Prince.) O my ever dear beloved 
Prince, thus, with less than one half of our dear 
little ones, thus I intreat you to haste away, and 
save us from the murderer's steel ! 

Prince (raising the Princess.) Arise ! arise ! 
my beloved Carlota ! my dear children ! it shall be 
so, we will go ! 

Princess. Gracious God be praised ! O my 
Prince ! [She throws her arms about his neck ; each 
Prince takes his hand and kisses it. 

Bishop. O all ye host of Heaven, see this ! and 
chauiit your hymns of joy ! 

Princess. Your Highness, this joy overcomes 
me ! Come, my dear boys, let us prepare to cross the 
troubled sea, to taste the calm of peace. 

[ The Princess and Princes, with Bishop, 
retire to back scene. 



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Muter an Attendant, who presents papers to 
Almeida, and exits. 

Aim. Your Highness, the papers of the French 
General. [He presents papers to the Prince: 

Prince^ (opens the packet, reads ; then gives one 
to Almeida to read.) Look, Almeida, how villain- 
ously false ! how contrary to the secret agreement be- 
tween my intended murderers— my most false un- 
grateful ministers ! 

Aim. Your Highness, remember they came from 
the Emperor Napoleon ! that they are French ! 

Prince. And this discovery was made by your 
Secretary ; what, the same that reconnoitred the French 
troops ? 

Aim,. The same, your Highness ! 

Prince. Of what country is he ? his name ? 

Aim. An Englishman, his name Belmont. 

Prince. Order him to be sent for. 

Aim. Your Highness, he brought these papers, 
and attends. 

Prince. 'Tis well, introduce him. 

[Prince goes to the Princess and Bishop, 
shews them the papers— converses. 

Enter Almeida with Belmont. 

Prince (comes forward, Belmont kneels- -Prince 
presents his hand, Belmont kisses it.) Arise, young 
man ! I am much pleased with, and much indebted 
to your loyalty for me ; 'tis the brightest jewel of 
his crown, and the greatest blessing of your monarch ! 
to have such subjects ! — I now create you a Captain 
of my personal guard ! (Prince beckons an Atten- 
dant, who brings an elegant sword ; the Prince takes 
it, and presents it to Belmont) and wear this for 
my sake ! I am sure you will nobly use it in my 



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cause ! If you will accompany me,, hereafter we 
will shew you more of our intended bounty. 

Princess (comes forward.) Permit me, my dear 
Prince, to add (pulling a diamond ring from her 
finger) this memento of future notice! (presents 
the ring to Belmont) : and, your Highness, now as 
your officer, permit me claim Senhor Belmont as 
guard for my children, to see them on board. 
Prince. Be it so. 

Aim. Your Highness, Belmont is so well versed 
in embarkation, that better he superintend your par- 
ticular concerns. 

Prince. Let it be so : Belmont, we rely on you. 
Belmont, (lowing.) Your Highness, I have no 
utterance, for I hope in action to express the gra- 
titude I feel ! 

Princess. Then, Belmont, attend us. Your High- 
ness, do not remain long away. 
Prince. Only a few minutes. 

\_Exeunt Princess Carlota, two Princes, 
Elvas, Belmont, and Attendants. 
Almeida, let the council be immediately summon- 
ed ; I will attend it for the last time. 

Aim. Your Highness, follow on your determina- 
tion, but not as proceeding from these papers. When 
you embark, Aranja, Anadia, the phalanx of con- 
spirators, will in compliment attend you ; when on 
board, keep them there for future trial and punish- 
ment. — If more and worse than now you know does 
not follow, my life is the forfeit ! 

Prince. Indeed, I dread it ! therefore act as you 
deem needful : I will be guided by you. 

Aim. With Belmont's activity, all will quickly 
be ready for your Highness's embarking. His and 
my eyes shall be on them all ! 

Prince. Let him proceed ; he seems like Heaven's 






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guardian spirit to conduct me ! Tell him, when I 
land,, he first shall feel our bounty : his noble nature 
shall have a noble title and estate ! 

From his bright worth I'll study how to know, 

On whom 'tis fit a title to bestow 7 ! 

[ExeimL 



SCENE IV. 

JL Wait ins:' Room at Almeida's. 



"b 



Enter Eugenia in a riding-dress, and Juliana 
in a Cadet's uniform. 

Jul. (to a servant.) Be careful to let Mr. Bel- 
mont know we wait to see him. 

Ser. Certainly, sir. [Exit Servant, 

Jul. Well, Eugenia, don't I make a very fine 
officer ? 

Eug. You astonish me ! you make me dumb with 
surprise ! how could you know all this ? 

Jul. O very easy ! good spirits, native activity, 
the love of observation, and an unceasing attention 
to the strange medley of human beings, has awaken- 
ed my judgment : practice is only wanting — but you 
must acknowledge I carry my sword \ery stylishly 
for the first time. 

Eug. Indeed you do ! I was much afraid you 
would as stylishly draw it on the poor drivers. 

Jul. Indeed, I should have done it, had it not 
been for mv ignorance in oaths ; and to draw one's 
sword without swearing, is so shockingly ungenteel f 



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Bug. I shall be very happy to see you again in 
petticoats. 

Jul. (yawning.) And I shall be so happy to be 
in bed with you ! 

Bug. O fie ! what with an officer ? 

Jul. Why, Eugenia, with a commission I shall 
be glad of the opportunity. 

Bug. On my honour, you'll soon be married or 
mad! 

Jul. While you are only mad to be married. 

Bug. You certainly are deranged. 

Jul. And you, from a run-away maid,, wish to 
be changed. 

Bug. What next will you make of me ? 

Jul. A wife,, if Belmont comes, — and then ! 

Bug. O for goodness sake change the subject. 

Jul. No, no ! multiply the subject. 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. Sir, Mr. Belmont desires your name. 

Jul. Antonio Vasconcellas. — (exit Servant.) 
(looks round) Dear Eugenia, step into this closet ! 
now do oblige me. 

Bug. As I owe my liberty to your management, 
I will do it. [Eugenia enters the closet. 

Enter Belmont, in uniform. 

Belm. Sir, I am sorry you have had to wait, — 
your desires, sir. 

Jul. S:t, I have a sister, and myself, who wish to 
follow the Pririce, — I am informed your order is 
requisite for our embarking; we request it, and af 
ray father is intimate with Don Almeida, we much 
wish to go in the same ship. 

Belm. Sir, I shall be happy to oblige you ! that 
ship will be extremely full,— have you your com- 
mission ? I will endorse it. 



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Jul. (confused) Confound the commission (aside). 
Dear sir, extreme hurry has made me neglect it. 

Belm. ('pulling papers fromliis pocket) Then, 
sir, I cannot accommodate you, (going) excuse my 
hurry. 

Jul Stay ! stay] sir, I have my commission. 
[She runs to the closet and brings Eugenia. 

Belm. My God ! what do I see— Eugenia ! O 
Eugenia 1 [ They embrace. 

Jul. Hold, sir, where is your commission ? (taps 
his shoulder) What, not a word for Juliana ! 

Belm. Is it possible ! come into my apartment, 
and you shall have a thousand news — a thousand 
good fortunes, — and your order to embark shall be 
myself, — on board direct, and then you are safe. 

Jul. Yes ! but have you a parson on board to 
marry ? 

Belm. Yes, and a priest to confess too. 

Jul. But, believe me, I will confess to no one 
but yourself! — and that is, I long to see your brother, 
and if my humour lasts — to challenge him. 

Belm. In that I can oblige you also, for, heavens 
be praised, he now is in the British fleet at the 
mouth of the river, waiting for the Prince ; here is a 
letter from him. [Shews a letter. 

Jul. (catches the letter) Give it me, (kisses the 
letter) precious paper ! Belmont, excuse me, we 
will have no family secrets between us. — (reads) 

Eug. O Belmont, I am so blest, — had you gone 
without me, I had broke my heart. 

Belm. And had I sailed without you, I had had 
no heart. 

Jul. Come, haste away ! hearts and darts, I long 
to embark, and as your brother says, I long to ^et 
a broadside of him, — haste! haste away ! 

Eug. Mad! mad! for a certainty. [Exeunt. 



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SCENE V. 

Open Street. 

Enter Aran j a and Anadea. 

Aran. All is determined, all lost ! the men and 
cattle groan beneath the spoils i Hercules himself 
would bend beneath the diamond load, and the 
proudest bark that beats the sea would sink beneath 
the golden stores. 

Ana. Let us appear to join! and wear smooth 
faces, squeeze out a parting tear, and groan a sepa- 
rating sigh ! They cannot carry all away, and perhaps 
yet may be detained 

Aran. Curses on the British fleet, would they 
had foundered on their way ! — it is them we have to 
fear. 

Ana. For why ? the forts are full prepared to 
stop their entrance. 

Aran. Pa! pa! Hell itself could not obstruct 
them, were its wide mouth to guard the passage. 
Their damn'd hot-headed Admiral, with his infernal 
crews., would dare the devil himself! shew them a 
prize, they will set the world on fire to obtain it. 
To save a Prince, they would fire heaven and hell ! 

Ana. I see Alorna and Norion ! let us to them, 
they still may be of use. [Exeunt. 



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SCENE VI. 

Ope?i Street. 

Enter Lobato, in a very gay dress ; a star, and 
habit on ; a very large cocked hat, gold button 
and hoop, tassels, 8$c. a very large Portuguezc 
cockade on the other side of his hat, large white 
cockades ; with a banner, painted with the royal 
arms, in one hand, and a guitar : He sticks the 
banner in the ground, and plays on the guitar, 
and sings : 

Away we go ! and away we go ! 

To cross the troubled sea ! 
The learned world, most bright to show ? 
The way from rogues to flee ! 
With a pulle haul, 
And a pulle haul, 
Heave ho, heave ho, 
We go, we go, we go ! 

But if no rogue in the ship I find, 

I ne'er shall reach the shore ! 
for we, poor fools, in steering blind, 
Of the sea know little more. 
Then with pulle haul, 
In a tempest squal, 

To the bottom ho! 
To the bottom we shall go ! 
To the bottom we shall go ! 

Enter an Officer 

Officer. Hey day, Senhor Lobato ! what singing 
when leaving your country ? 

Lobato. Give me your hand, brother ! why what 
a fool you must be, not to know our family inhabits 
every quarter of the globe, and every court of the 
Kings in it. 



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Officer. Good 'Mr. Lobato, then you rank me as 
a fool. 

Lobato. Yes, and a rank one too ; does not every 
courtier, think you, rejoice to get his place again ? 
and could not every fool see the Prince has taken 
away mine office these three months ? — and now I 
am reinstated ; therefore, brother fool, I sing- ! 

Officer. Ay, Senhor Lobo ! then you can do a 
poor person a service. 

Lobato. That I will, I'll give you a commission 
immediately ; — run ! run ! to the Palace ! there you 
shall see my liveried man yoking a poor scurvy cur 
dog to a minnikin chaise, which chaise is freighted 
with ropes, night- caps, and axes, as rewards for 
particular hand-shaking friends, — haste away — and 
haste him on ! for the wind blows honestly. 

Officer. Yes, and who would be fool then ! no, 
run yourself. 

Lobato. (furiously) Out! out! — monster! — Til- 
lain ! You would beg a place ! or a pension ! of 
me ! be ready to do a base villainous action to ob- 
tain it,— and your honesty disdains a fool's simple 
service. Out ! out, viper ! the court is full of such 
Janus-faced scoundrels ! 

[Lobato drives him off with the banner. 

When full-blown knaves at court are priz'd, 

The state soon feels their course, 
And honest men, with uplift eyes, 

Lament to see their Prince a horse. 

\ He puts the banner-staff between his legs 
and hobbles off. 




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SCENE VII. AND LAST. 

Embarkation at Belem. — Great number of Car- 
riages, Porters, Packages, Boatmen and Soldiers, 
all in a bustle. 

Enter a number of Ladies and Children; Officers, 8$c. 
of every description; many weeping — • Some of 
the royal household, with trunks, guarded, pass- 
ing on to embark— Officers of the Court, Nobles, 
Ladies, fyc, attending the Prince; all silent — 
The Prince Regent, Princess Carlota, two 
Princes, Pedro and Miguel; three other 
Princesses, carried by Ladies of bed-chamber; 
also the Spanish Infanta, and the Prince's Mo- 
ther (the late Queen), supported— follow Almei- 
da, Aran j a, Anadea, Alorna, Notion, 
through files of Soldiers-— NO MUSIC— -all 
serious and solemn. 

Prince, (piously and much agitated; Princess 
weeping) O Almighty God, although I leave my 
beloved people, to secure them a country to fly to, 
do not thou forsake them ! in thy bountiful mercy, 
O protect and preserve them ! (to the people) My 
loyal people ! my heart is too full to tell you what I 
suffer on your account, and this afflicting parting ! 
All that possibly can, follow me,— I will strive to 
be your father ! Jesu pour his blessings on you all ! 
Adieu! adieu! 

\_A solemn silence. — TJie Prince, Family and 

suite, move on, for embarking, to the ship 

seen in the back scene. 



EPILOGUE. 

TO BE SFOKEN BY JULIANA,, IN UNIFORM. 



Ladies, I'm come to plead, if not too bold ; 

You know, dear gentlemen, I am no scold : 

My author, poor man, when in his prison pent, 

To write a play his imagination bent. 

'Midst sorrow, tears, and pained misery's groans, 

He fain would shew how true love makes her moans, 

And me a compound of each separate ill, 

Now begs me to enquire your dooming will ! 

But first he bids me plead his prison'd mind, 

And hopes your beauty will to his faults be kind : 

Poor simple man ! to think to please the ton, 

By breeching me from hub and dad to run ; 

To fire your fancies, tickle up a smile, — 

No, 'tis like the road to church, the same old stile. 

Ladies in small-clothes, heaven send us grace, 

We meet as regular as meet a pretty face, 

To hate the hub ! our daddies choose with care, 

Is neither new ! to run away, not rare. 

We, ladies, who the burthen must abide, 

Of course expect our appetite's full tide ; 

Or else, the Lord have mercy on the tool, 

Unlik'd, unlov'd, he's certain crown'd a. fool. 

If any this deny — I will not stay to prove, 

But I am sure they never were in love ; 

Therefore give away, ye pretty prattling beaux, 

I'll draw my sword, and mow ye down by rows : 

Of virtuous love you never knew the feel, 

Like Neptune's gallant sons of flint and steel, 



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XVi whose warm hearts young cupid burns his flame, 

True to the needle, in all climes the same. 

In battle, or in storm, their love they feel, 

And warm'd by beauty, dire destruction deal : 

Then, ladies, give me leave, as learn'd, to say, 

If love and war co-join, you run away, 

More honor'd far to steal a marriage ! 

Than ride with horned spouse in carriage. 

But if the fashion nays, I'll hold my tongue, 

And tell my author to leave off his song ; 

No more, impertinent ! to teach the ladies 

How to flourish — dash ! — and nurse grown babies ; 

From his French prison-house now free, 

To burn his blundering pen, and scribbling flee, 

No more to talk of love! or libertv ! 



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